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Saturday, 17 September 2016

Wounded

My self-spawned wound 
seeps...
it splinters
my fragile
fractured mind

Oozes...
vicious
poisonous thoughts
of razored remorse
violently...
into my veins

Skins my eyes
of precious memories
leaves behind
only...
the blood to congeal
in the shape of our demise

My eyelids...
tremble
as the moon
eclipses, gently, the sun
echoing loudly...
the absence of you

© Debbie Razey 2016